Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

She wasn't Candy any longer, she was Mandy. Wanton, wild Mandy who spread for any guy. The linger in her pussy turned into a real cock and it was fucking her, just like Mark fucked Mandy a few feet away.

"Oh, Mark, Mark darling, your prick is filling me with liquid fire! Ride me, ride me hard!"

"Shit, baby, I'm fucking as hard as I can now! Your pussy is sucking me in like a vacuum cleaner! It's great!"

But he did fuck harder, faster, deeper. Her legs went around his waist again, and her ankles locked firmly behind his back. This pulled him that extra half inch up her cunt every time his powerful body pistoned into her snatch. He didn't simply ram in and stay there, though. He hesitated after sending his cock full length into her humid, demanding pussy. And he ground his bush into hers, stimulating both of them even more.

Her clit was long and hard now, easily stimulated by his erotic stirrings. His sweat dampened pubic fur dragged erotically all over her cunt. She felt new bolts of desire ripping into her tender body. His cock pulsed strongly, manfully inside her tight sheath of pussy. And then he retreated. She came.

He fucked back into her seething inferno of gripping cunt flesh. She came again. His hips moved in a broad circle, his crotch pressing down hard into her pubic bone. She came again and again and again.

The cries filled the night air and Candy felt herself shivering with ill-suppressed desire. She hardly understood what the feelings were inside her own body. The girl knew this wasn't anything she had felt before. There had been hints when Tony had walked by her, but nothing so intense that she couldn't control it.

This was ripping her apart inside.

She shuddered and moaned softly and bit her lower lip to keep the cries in her throat. Candy made trapped animal noises and then sobbed. She removed her hand from her snatch and zipped up her jeans, guilty that she had done anything so depraved. In the bushes, Mark and Mandy still fucked like rabbits. She saw the boy's huge cock part those pussy lips and plunge deeply into the gulping twat.

Then he arched his back and yelled out something she didn't understand. He wasn't even coherent. She could tell by the way his balls pumped hard that he was coming. His fiery sperm and semen flooded into her twin sister's eagerly awaiting pussy.

Candy didn't know, but she thought Mandy might have come again. She watched the couple in the bushes until Mark rolled off Mandy and said softly, "You're one hell of a fine lay. Any time, girl, any time and I'll be there."

"You'll come any time?" teased Mandy.

"I'll come any time I can fuck you like that!"

They both laughed at the crude joke and held each other, playing with each other's bodies. Candy felt the lump forming in her stomach. She was a little sick about what had happened. She went into the house to find some medicine that would quell the churning stomach – and maybe slow down the dribbling of fuck juices from her own cunt.

Candy was miserable. She laid on her small bed and stared at the ceiling, remembering in vivid detail all she had seen and heard out in the backyard. She couldn't believe Mandy would do such a thing so near the house. Something about it made Candy even more uptight, though.

She had enjoyed watching her sister and Mark fucking. The sight of that meaty prick driving hard between the blushing cunt lips had set her own liner fires ablaze. Her hand drifted down to the fleecy mound of her pussy and idly stroked across it. The feelings began to mount again. She sighed. Her fingers worked between the thick flaps of her labia and stroked. In less than a minute, her cunt lips were well-greased by the thin flow of her love sauce.

She began to sob silently. This couldn't happen to her. She was a good girl and shouldn't feel such evil sensations in her body. The girl's entire religious training told her it was wrong to go to bed with a man until she was married. Yet she had watched her sister fucking her brains out and she had wanted to be there on the ground instead of Mandy, her legs spread wide, her pussy obscenely drooling while the heavy prick shot all the way up into her belly.

She had wanted it!

Her fingers worked more insistently on her pussy, making it churn and turn out more oils. She smeared them all over her snatch, then found the tiny bud of her clit. Sometimes she could feel so good after fingering this pea-sized organ. She wondered if this might be one of those times.

The clit wasn't too large. She coaxed it from its sheath of protective flesh until she could stroke over the tip of the pointy organ. Her fingers worked around the base and curled until they tightened on the clit. Squeezing lightly, she slid to the very tip.

The thrill that blasted through her body wasn't to be denied. She gasped, felt her tits begin to heave up and down and her heart race faster. The teenager couldn't stop herself. She fingered her clit until the tensions in her belly were at a peak. She lightly pressed into the very tip of the sensitive go-button and that was it.

She came.

It was about the same intensity of the come she'd had outside while she spied on Mandy and Mark fucking. It was enough to let her know that the potential for a lot more enjoyment was locked up inside her, but it wasn't enough to take the edge off the horniness she felt.

And it was horniness. Candy could hardly admit it, even to herself, but that was the gnawing, empty feeling she had in her pussy. When she saw Tony walking, her eyes following his every movement, she felt this way. The girl wondered if she might be able to rob her body of all its torturing ways if she masturbated while she looked at Tony. That might burn out all her circuits and rob her forever of this awful feeling.

She felt so damned guilty she was sure she would burn in hell forever. It had to be a sin to touch herself like that. It felt good so it had to be a big sin.

"Hi, Sis," came Mandy's jaunty voice. "What's new in your dull world?"

"What's new in yours?" Candy asked, her voice bitter.

"So, the meek little thing has a set of teeth, eh? Not much new with me. Mark and I were out in the backyard fucking. That's all."

"I know," she said, her voice hardly loud enough for even her to hear.

Mandy went on, as if she hadn't heard. "Yeah, it was really super out there. The lights in the sky – what did you call them? Yeah, meteors. Lit up the whole sky. I saw a lot of them while I was out there."

"Out there on your back with your legs spread wide for Mark!" blurted Candy, hating herself for being so nasty.

"So? Were you watching?" Mandy could tell by the shocked expression on Candy's face that was exactly what had happened. "So the little girl gets her first vision of being a grownup. Fantastic. What did you think of Mark's fucking?"

Candy pulled the sheets up around her neck. She was too conscious of her own body and its responses as she thought back to the scene in the backyard. Her cunt was beginning to ache again. And the flow of her juices was starting up. She didn't want it to happen, but it did. She had to hide this from her sister at all costs.

She was a good girl. Mandy wasn't. She would misunderstand.

"So you didn't know how good he was, eh? I'll tell you how good Mark is. Damned good."

"Don't use language like that Mandy," chided Candy, hoping to stem the tide of description sure to follow.

Mandy paid her twin sister no heed and ploughed on. "A damn fine fucker. He used his tongue all over my tit's until I could hardly stand it. He teased my nipples with just the tip of his pink, pointy tongue and then ran his hands up and down my legs. But not like you might think. He grabbed my left leg just above the knee and slowly – oh sweet Jesus – ever so slow almost to my pussy."